“I need you to look after my boys. They love you, sweet girl. Promise me.” Those were the last words Susannah Beck Fisher spoke to you.

The call came early in the morning to announce that Susannah, the woman who was like a second mother to you, died.

The funeral was beautiful. As beautiful as it could be. Everyone was crying, some pastor that never even met her spoke, it was everything they thought it was.

Once the funeral was over, they had the reception at the house. Conrad and Jeremiah sat on the couch, Jeremiah’s eyes were red and his face was filled with emotion as he tried to smile as everyone gave their condolences to the two boys. Conrad’s face was blank but you could tell he was overcome with grief.

"I'm so tired." Jeremiah muttered to his brother, running a hand through his tousled blond hair. He felt drained, needing comfort and support. He didn't need advice or pity. Jeremiah just needed someone to understand that he wasn't okay.

Conrad nodded along. "Me too..." Conrad was tired of feeling like he had to handle everything by himself. The stresses on college on top of all this happening, it was too much. He needed some place where he could be vulnerable and just...let go.

They continued to sit on the couch just waiting. What were you to do?